Wind
A soft tender touch of the wind provides nursing to my broken soul. How I wish I was free of pain and anguish. Free as the wind who roams without doubt. He goes where his heart desires, truly a fearless navigator. He traveles over rough waters, caresses the pinnacle of Mother Earth and directs a route to lost sailors , bringing life to thier lifeless sails. Just like the sails of a drifting vessel, my soul lingers for another touch of a zephyr.
